Lyrics:
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
ain't it
Day one nigga by my side said that men don't cry
But it's part of the payment
And don't you wish that you can
Two-tone your little lover
Buss her
That's why I need like one more time
Can't apologize for certain shit, cause it's part of the grind
Right now I'm down in LA, I'm just coolin in the hills
(It's coming)
(It's coming)
(It's coming)
And you walk past three different sandwich places
And you think about that time
In the little
us!
By now they must have heard about your worried world inside
Pull the covers up, I don't care
Call all your lovers up, I don't care
If the fates
met a woman so faithful
Every time we eat it's a real treat of the dish you bring to the table
My best friend, my lover, my spouse
While I tend
YULIA
She reminds me of Christmas
if it was three months long
She reminds me of laughter
When the timing was wrong
All full of cheer
And a sad type
into full sentence
Write it all down when I don't get it
Bullheaded, putting part truths into slow rhyme
Locust in the sky, now it's go time
Bullheaded,
she bag it up 'nuff times, so I thank her
Buss on my paigons and they ain't blew back
I'm from the South part, Harlem baby, you knew that
Stepping in
never never never never)
You used to be my lover and my friend (You use to be my best friend)
You can get struck by lighting
Washed away by the sea
Burned
close friends
Don't, don't, don't hurt me again
As time flew by, the both of us grew in size
'89 you were sixteen
We used to take flicks posing
Respect
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
And we been being patient
It's time for our nation
To right sum their wrongs starting with education
Make sure yah giving out full information
Like that
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
friends dwindled quickly
Had no time for anybody
I would go to lots of parties while my friends would try to call me
That’s when they got really angry
But
pretty
The holiday was filled with cheer
The stars really glistened and lovers were kissin'
It was that special part of the year
So what a perfect time
Communism
Using not merely the communists, or their fellow travelers, the deluded liberals
The eggheads and some of my good friends in both
that are smart learn
To carefully count the amount they art earns
Barefoot we walk on a dirt
Trail full of broken glass
I’m prepared to say (I’ma be
Can find each other in the crowded streets
And the guarded parks
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees
With the battered barks
And they walk
got him
My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him
With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed
To make him rewind, this time I draw the line
He's mine...just
feeding from your head,
And from my friends, and from my family, so I grabbed it by the neck.
"For every lover you have ruined..." I dug my nails into its
a megaton time bomb with a short fuse
I'm a freighttrain, bullet, knife, running right through
The bell tolls
For you and yours
Pay your bills
Face
stop till I make my rent
Air chrome gotta whip that Benz
Clean cut I don’t need new friends
I wanna Pop, I wanna Pop
Full time ion got no plans woah
Bank
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